But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

“She never bothered to look down.”

“The undergarments were plain-and folded. Who folded their undergarments? Celean…”

“As the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept…”

“¿Estás pensando en volver a morder el taco? Porque en ese casome gustaría llama…”